Mine worst injury was when I was playing basketball during PE in 2000. Guy was being a showoff, so I dove for the ball. On the plus side, I managed to hit it out of his hands. On the negative side, he tripped me and I flew through the air (according to a friend), landed on my elbow, and rolled a little until I sat up. First thing I saw was my friend running. Then I felt a numb pain in my arm. Then I saw that it was bending twice: once at the elbow, and once mid-forearm (towards me).
My friend, being a smart guy, ran to get Spotty, the old guy who worked with the PE coaches, but wasn't a PE coach. Spotty had me get up and walk to the nurse's office with him while I held my arm. From there, my dad was called down to drive me over to the hospital. They had me go and get an X-ray, and I told the nurse working there that there was blood on the table where I had rested my arm. She didn't listen. The doctor who looked at the X-rays said that I'd have to wait about 14 hours before going into surgery (the radius and ulna which are usually crossed were uncrossed in the X-rays). Then he noticed the blood on my shirt and splint, and said I'd have to go in right away because the bone had gone through the skin.
Now I have three scars on my right arm: two six inch scars on either side where they had to put pins in, and an inch long scar where my bone cut through the skin.
Also think that was the most I've ever sweared at school.
My friend, being a smart guy, ran to get Spotty, the old guy who worked with the PE coaches, but wasn't a PE coach. Spotty had me get up and walk to the nurse's office with him while I held my arm. From there, my dad was called down to drive me over to the hospital. They had me go and get an X-ray, and I told the nurse working there that there was blood on the table where I had rested my arm. She didn't listen. The doctor who looked at the X-rays said that I'd have to wait about 14 hours before going into surgery (the radius and ulna which are usually crossed were uncrossed in the X-rays). Then he noticed the blood on my shirt and splint, and said I'd have to go in right away because the bone had gone through the skin.
Now I have three scars on my right arm: two six inch scars on either side where they had to put pins in, and an inch long scar where my bone cut through the skin.
Also think that was the most I've ever sweared at school.